The Wheel That Moved Only on It's Axis

From cave walls to cosmic orbits,

the wheels kept turning—

yet the man who drove them remained the same.

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The wheels moved on,

and so did the man from the cave.

Each new invention

carried him farther away from nature.

Villages emerged,

the hunter-gatherer faded.

Farming began—

seeds were sown,

songs were sung,

and clans rejoiced together.

Then arose the idea of supremacy.

Within the clan,

power learned to speak louder than wisdom.

Fights followed,

and betrayal found a home.

Armed men no longer hunted beasts alone;

they hunted their own kind.

Warriors defended and ruled,

swearing in God’s name,

yet the cave-born belief—

that might is right—

remained a primal inheritance.

Ages passed.

Rulers rose and perished,

empires bloomed and crumbled,

but the psyche never diminished.

Each advance sharpened authority’s blade.

Progress armed the ruler

to perfect the art of tyranny.

Machines, forged by human hands,

were cloned with the primal hunter’s spirit—

now dressed in steel and code.

Thus heartless machines hunt

with calculated precision,

maneuvered by orders,

obedient and without conscience.

Artificial Intelligence leapt far ahead of its time—

a gift meant to serve humankind.

Yet some clowns misused it for war,

turning a boon into a weapon,

amplifying destruction

where healing was possible.

Weapons now think faster than fear.

One command,

one miscalculation,

and the cave within us

could ignite the world.

Before such tyrant leave the world,

they leave behind riches—

vaults heavy with loot.

But generations inherit

only contempt,

remembering that once

lived a soulless tyrant.

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